Again, I'm here in the art room, just relaxing. I like it in here... it's feng shui, and the windows are open, letting the cool, rain-scented air drift in and circulate around the room. 'Tis nice.

I haven't listened to Trapt in a while and Craig's been bugging me to copy the CD for him (seeing how he's only heard like two songs of theirs), so I skipped a step and just brought my CD to school. Cascio and I rocked out this moring on the bus, and now I'm listening to it as I write and copy a CD onto the hard drive. I'm going to see if I can burn a copy of the Ten Tenors on this computer... it says it's got a burner.

Let's see if they lied.

I feel much better than I did last night. I talked with my parents and told them some truths that I've been holding back, like I don't talk to them because it always turns from being about me to getting vengeance for some totally unrelated affair. If felt better to tell them what I actually thought instead of just smiling and putting on a mask like I do a lot. I just don't like to tell people my problems, though. I don't like troubling other people and I come off as selfish, plus telling others what's wrong with me gives them something to hold over my head.

Bah...

Kerwan collected ourn essays this morning only to inform us that we're starting a research paper. Jesus H. Christ... I can't escape. I have my U.S. History essay done and I must say, it flows well, but my psych paper I have to work on this weekend along with some pre-calc and chemistry. BAH! *stomps foot*

Anyway, I'm just going to bugger off. I'm sick of typing. This keyboard sucks.

Random song quote: "So afraid that you'll lose."

~Shadowmaster~